When I was young
I was so certain
I thought that I would find my person
Still I am young, or so they tell me
All of the time and the world's here to help me

Rotten eyes can see
The potato skin looks after me
And with his back turned to God, hung up his son
So I'll might have to ruin my life to make it home

Place off your boots
Right where you left off
Don't get too cute
They're watching you sail off
Out past the rocks
That chose to be better
It's worth for forever

Rotten eyes can't see
The potato skin keeps watch of me
And with his back turned to God, hung up his son
So I might have to ruin my life to make it mine

I might have to ruin
I might have to ruin
I might have to ruin my
I might have to ruin my
I might have to ruin my
I might have to ruin my (I might have to)
I might have to ruin my

I was picked first on the losing team
I was everything but in-between
I'm the star man of my sinking dream
I'm the front man from behind the scenes
To be picked last on the winnin' team
Mining gold for a given dream
To belong in the scenery
The background will set me free

What have you done?
What have you done?
What have you done?
What have you done? (What am I)
What have you done? (What am I)
(What am I)
What have you done? (What am I)
(What am I)
What have you done? (What am I)
(What am I)
What have you done?
(What am I)
What have you done? (What am I)
(What am I)
What have you done? (What am I)
(What am I)
What have you done?

When I was young
I was so certain